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Clara's POVThis is how it ends.Not with a dramatic reversal or a final revelation. Not with justice arriving in a thunderclap or love declared in a doorway. Those things had their moments earlier in the story and they were real and they mattered. But the end of a life, even a life that contains a death and a rebirth and all the specific architecture of everything I have told you, does not arrive as a single moment.It arrives in the morning.This morning.I am in the hills.It is early autumn and the light is doing the thing it does in early autumn here, low and sideways and more beautiful for the angle of it. The stone wall is cold under my palm. The hills are the hills.Behind me: Silas in the library reading something he has been meaning to read all summer. Eleanor at her desk in the room that is always hers when she is here, working on a design for a flood-resilient school in a coastal town that came to the centre through the infrastructure authority's new community referral pro